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Trishy the Goblin hums to herself through the night and into the early morning. Her travels take her from her cave just outside the city limits. The little goblin girl bounces in her step, her boots shining with the street lights.

And such lights there are in the city. Even as the sun starts to poke up and the number of cars increases, the city is awash with bright colors that make her squeal.

As Trishy makes her way, so many smells waft up around her. This must be the bakeries and the cafes she heard about. Oh, what would it be like to order a tall coffee? She will have to find out!

As she delightfully moves her way to cross a street, the taller humans that make their way have their heads stuck in their phones and don't notice her.

Oh, to have a working phone! Wouldn't that be fun as well! She could use them to talk to her friends.

Out of her dirty pocket, she pulls out the cracked and uncharged device—one of many things in her cave that reminds her of the wonderful world outside.

Ah, in the big city, she can also have friends!

Would Trishy find one here today? Would she magically bump into one? Oh that would be oh-so-wonderful.

But she too is enamored with her small brick and bumps right into someone's leg.

Trishy squeaks and turns up to apologize, only for a hot cup to fall, spilling over her hair. The goblin leaps and yelps and shakes her head, splashing droplets of the brown energy liquid all over the place, even on the expensive skirt of the woman standing before her.

“Gah, what the fuck!?" whines the passerby, stumbling back. The elven woman with her black hair in a bun and her hands in gloves gasps and shudders, stepping back even further. “Ughh, get away from me, you disgusting beast!"

Blinking and looking back up to the woman, Trishy, with tears in the corners of her eyes, frowns. “Buh-beast. No, I'm Trishy?"

The woman pulls a handkerchief from her jacket pocket and presses it to her face. “You're a disgusting smelly goblin! I thought we kicked out all of your kind a century ago! Go, go, shoo! Get away from me, you ugly little thing, you."

“I'm… I'm ugly?" Trishy asks, looking down at her hands.

“But of course you are," says the elf. She opens her arms wide, spinning around. “Look at how tall I am, how statuesque my body." She brushes her fingers over her mouth, “how soft my lips are, and how smooth my skin. By the gods, so many in the world wish they were as beautiful as any old elf, let alone me! I, the great Anastasia point and laugh at your ridiculousness. I gag at your ugly, rat-like features and those ridiculously huge, floppy ears like yours. You are nothing compared to my sculpted visage and my most wondrous pointed and stiff ears."

The goblin gal listens to the boasting monologue, her ears drooping lower and lower, her shoulders slumping more and more the longer and longer that Anastasia speaks. “I… I just wanted to make some friends and see the city."

Pinching her nose, Anastasia hisses. “Nothing as ugly as you deserves to be here among the beautiful and the civilized. I'll call the authorities on you now." She says this, pulling out her phone but pauses and swipes at Trishy, grabbing her old cracked phone and yanking it free. “And I'll take this stolen phone back from you! No matter how trashy it is, no one deserves to have their things taken by a goblin."

Trishy's body shakes after all those insults, her eyes glowing as she stares down. She grits her teeth, which seem more pointed, and her ears perk up. “That's enough," she growls.

“Oh, what's this?" Anastasia says, stepping back. “Are you finally showing off your true colors?"

“No," retorts the goblin, holding her hands before the elf. “You're going to show your true colors!

Her busted phone buzzes to life, showing a progress bar and a deviously smiling goblin on its screen, stylized in a minimalism. Sparks shoot out for mit, hitting the elf with a weak electric shock!

Anastasia shrieks and lets go of the phone, but it does not drop to the ground. Instead, it sticks to her hand. She waves it desperately, grabbing it with her other hand, trying to rip it off, but to no avail.

“W… what are you doing, you wretched monster?" The elf gasps, gripping tightly to her wrist. “Remove this cursed thing from me at once.

“What's the matter?" asks Trishy, stepping forward, her voice a vindictive growl. “You can't handle a little magic? I thought you elves were superior to goblins in every way!"

“You bitch," the elf says. “It's a magical duel you want? Very well. I'll reach into my pocket and… and…" she swipes for her hip, but she misses. Confused, she brings her arm up to look over it, only to scream when she sees how it has grown green, shortened, gotten stubbier.

“W… what are you doing to me?"

“Making your body reflect your heart," says Trishy. “After all, it's goblins who are ugly and elves that are perfect. Let's see about that!" she says. As she speaks, Trishy steps forward, her ears perking up and staying high on her head. It looks much more comical than the short arm that Anastashia grows, but the elf's eyes, not turning red and yellow, stare fearfully at the goblin.

“No… please, don't… please have mercy."

“We shall see, after a serving of comeuppance."

Anastasia stumbles out of the main street and rushes to a nearby alleyway, knocking into a trashcan and falling over it, crashing to the cobbled street.

Trishy steps in from the street, calm and collected as she walks. A wide, sharp smile spreads across her lips. “What's the matter, Annie?" the goblin teases, slowly closing the gap between the two. “Never have you faced goblin magic before?"

Anastasia pokes her head up, glancing back to Trishy with eyes that are now red. “What did you do to me?"

Trishy giggles, hands on her hips—hips that sway with much more grace than before. “You took away my dignity when you spilled your drink and made fun of me. No, you reap what you sow. It'll be fun for me, so that you know."

“You rhyming little shit!" the elf says, gritting her teeth, thogh they pain her and grind in so many odd ways. She places her hands to her face, yelping as she pokes her fingers with her sharpened choppers. “Ack!? My perfect pearly whites!?"

“All mine now," says Trishy, flashing a smooth-toothed grin, looking face-to-face with Anastasia.

“You're turning me into a goblin?" the elf squeaks.

Trishy, getting taller, runs a hand through her smaller, pointy ears. “Oh, a goblin? No, I'm sorry. I can't do that. What I can do is take your prettiest traits. These ears, your teeth… you size!"

Anastasia leaps for the goblin, only to trip again over the larger trash can. As she falls forward, her skirt gets caught on the bin this time and she slips right out of it.

Scurrying to her feet, she tries to reach for it, but her sleeves are heavy. “I… I'm so… I'm so small!"

Squatting down before her is Trishy, her outfit quite tight over her now curvy and toned body. “Oh, yeah, I'm taking more than you can handle. Well, that's what you get for being such a bully." She sticks out her tongue, sticks her thumbs in her ears, and rolls her eyes. “Neenerneenerneeener!"

Anastasia's gotten so small now that she's toppled out of her clothing. Above her squats a beautiful and desirable creature whose grace and appearance even make her blush, but the poor elf covers herself, scurrying back under the covers of her clothing. “P-please, just let me go. I've learned my lesson.

Trishy sighs and stands up, groaning. “Nah, I don't think so," she says, untying her jacket wrapped around her waist.

“W… what are you doing?"

“Slipping into something more comfortable," she says, pulling off one boot effortlessly. She drops the shoe a bit of a ways away from Anastasia, but the clap of its fall sends the elf falling onto her butt.

“Ah no, please, you'll crush me!"

“Not if you stand still I won't," says the goblin, teasing her as she slips out of her other boot.

Falling to her knees, Anastasia claps her hands together. “Please, whatever evil you have planned for me, just drop it and return me to normal. I'll buy you a great phone! I'll introduce you to polite society. I'll… I'll be your friend."

Sighing, the goblin lifts her top over her, the thing having difficulty getting over her head. “Mmngh.. Ngggh.! Ah!" She then unbuttons her shorts, which pop free gratefully. Now that she's naked, she walks over toward the business suit. “Sorry, miss tiny elf, no can do." She says this, slipping into the pantyhose and the skirt.

“W-wait, if you're taking my clothes, what does that mean?"

“Means you're gonna be like this for a while. Long enough for me to go on the town. And hopefully long enough for a lady like you to be nicer to me."

“But you can't leave me here!"

Once Trishy gets the shirt on, she squats down in high heels and tilts her head. “What do you mean? I was never gonna leave you."

“H… huh?"

But Anastasia gets her answer when Trishy scoops her up from behind, takes her other hand, and cuddles the two together, lifting her slowly.

The poor elf screams and rolls around, her voice high-pitched and unthreatening, as the goblin stands up, bringing her closer to her heart.

“Don't be so dramatic!" Trishy titters. “We're going to have a good day together—you and me. And maybe I'll even make some new friends along the way."

Trishy pulls open her breast pocket and rolls Anastasia into it. The elf claws to cling to the goblin's hand, but a few gentle shakes are enough to send her tumbling down into the warmth and coziness of that bit of fabric.

“You won't get away with this!" The elf screams with a muffled voice through the pocket. “Everyone will know you're not some beautiful elf. You're still a stinky green goblin!"

“I may be green," says Trishy, reaching into the elf's bag and pulling out a bottle of perfume “But I think with this I won't be so stinky!" She says this and begins to spray herself, some of the droplets going down to the pocket, causing the elf to cough.

“Ooops, is that too much for you? I'll have to remember that," Trishy giggles.

With that, she picks up her phone and Anastasia's and hums as she clicks her heels through the sidewalk. The elegance of a tall, slender body is so wonderful. She can do so much with it!

But the question on Trishy's mind is “what should she do first?"

And in Anastasia's mind, the elf wonders “When will this horror end?"

Trishy leaves the elf behind to fend for herself, but Anastasia is not alone. After all, she has Trishy's old clothes to keep her company. Such a tiny little thing as that former elf could have quite the shelter under the goblin-scented sheets.

Trishy opens up her newly-acquired phone. Her thumbs travel over the password screen, obtaining hints of the classy elf's memory from her absorption magic. Her first order of business leads her to the map app, where she types in “arcade," giggling like a giddy girl when she sees one open right down the road.

The goblin is so giddy as she struts down the street. Though she's not quite coordinated enough to make it without stumbling here and there, it's certainly not enough for people to stare at her—right?

Of course, they are staring, but mostly to turn their gaze as they pass. She can see this from the corner of her eye and she's beaming. Imagine what everyone at the arcade would think when they see her.

But, it's early morning, and the arcade has a big “Closed' sign hanging from its door. The perky ears of the transformed goblin droop and she whines slightly at the misfortune of it all.

But she freezes, sniffing the air. Something smells so very strong, and it smells so very roasty! She whips around to cross the street to another shop with the sign of a coffee mug on it. Placing a hand to her very soft, very slender cheek, Trishy gasps. “I can… I can do something classy now," she murmurs, biting her lip.

Glancing this way and that and then lifting her phone high, she opens the camera and takes a picture of herself. Staring at the beautiful woman standing before her, she smiles wider than in her picture. Anastasia never seemed to smile like that, but for Trishy, this shape and body are perfect enough to make her heart flutter and her core warm up. She squeals and holds the phone close to her heart, sighing happily. “Oh, thank you oh-so-much, Anastasia, for the opportunity!"

Trishy's heels click as she moves across the street. Cars stopped, and people opened the door for her, letting her enter the cafe with no problem. As soon as she passes through the doors, she bumps into the person in front of her in line.

The young woman in a sweater stumbles forward and whirls around, her eyes looking up at Trishy's, staring at her through thick glasses. “Hey!" she squeaks, only to catch her breath in her throat. “O-oh, I'm so-sorry miss," the woman says, rubbing her sweater-clad arm.

Trishy's heart thumps even faster. The human standing before her looks so vulnerable and so cute. How can the goblin girl not want to bite her lip in her presence?

“Ooops. Guess it was my fault!" Trishy said, shrugging. “I'm Trishy, what's your name?"

The woman blinks, her mouth opening wide, closing, and opening again. “I-it's, uh, it's Annalise."

“Such a beautiful name," the taller woman says with a huskier voice, placing a hand on her shoulder. With a gentle squeeze, Trishy adds. “I don't know why I didn't see you when I came in. You're quite the sight, after all."

Annalise's blush deepens at Trishy's flirting, but she pulls away. She tugs at her ears and looks downward. “N-no I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been standing so close to the door!" she murmurs.

Frowning, Trishy takes a breath, but the barista calls for the next person, and Annalise turns and rushes to order.

Trishy folds an arm just under her chest. It supports the elbow of her other arm, and she taps her cheek with her finger, pondering when the barista calls for the next person to arrive.

“Get me what she's having," Trishy says, “and I'll pay for her coffee." She whips out Anastasia's card. Elf cards are always worth it, glittering gold and silver to show off prestige.

“R-right away, ma'am!" the black cat on the other side mewls, punching in the alterations.

Annalise sits in a corner, waiting for her drink, scratching her hair, and scrolling frantically through her social media accounts.

Her concentration on her doomscrolling breaks when Trishy sits down beside her.

“Hey, you don't have to be worried about me," Trishy admits, sitting with one leg crossed over the other. She lets her shoe dangle on her hose-clad toes.

Annalise's gaze focuses on that leg and bouncing shoe, but she tears it away to look at Trishy in the eyes. “For real?"

“For real," says Trishy. “You remind me of myself a little, and I think we can be friends." She says this as an idea springs to her mind. She hoods her eyes, rolls back her shoulders, and sits tall, facing Annalise. “Or, for the very least, we can get to know each other for the next hour or so."

Annalise's mouth drops open, but that's when her name is called, and she hops up, scurrying over toward the barista, snatching the drink, and then chugging down a huge gulp.

She yelps and holds out her tongue, waving her hand in front of it to cool down the burnt sensation.

Trishy stands up and smiles. “You know, I spilled coffee on myself today," she says. “Was quite the hassle." She leans on the counter, grabbing her newly-prepared drink. “How far is your place, Anna. I'd love to learn more about you."

Anna's eyes tear up as she looks to the stronger, staller, more confident woman before her. Squirming in place, she runs her finger around the rim of her drink. “I, uh, actually live right above the Arcade across the street."

Trishy giggles, placing a hand on the woman's cheek. “Well, then, don't you just keep getting better and better.

And so, thanks to her newfound confidence, Trishy grabs herself a new acquaintance!

Meanwhile, Anastasia huddles up in the goblin's clothes, shivering and sneezing. “I'll get that little troll," she mumbles to herself. She'll have to wait and see, but I'll get her!"

Anna opens the door to her modest little apartment, her face bright red, as she leads the confident and tall Trishy into the studio. Everything is out in the open, and the single keeps her room clean, tidy, and open enough that an echo still reverberates occasionally.

Trishy stares wide-eyed as she looks around the place, spinning around with her hands outstretched. “This place is so beautiful!" she squeals, giggling.

“Oh, uh, I think it's rather small. It's not much to look at, you know?"

“Are you kidding?" Trishy says, placing a hand on the woman's shoulders. This has the effect of making Anna's face even more red upon receiving said touch. “This place is loads bigger than where I live. I bet I could fit all my stuff in here and still have space!"

Anna holds her hand up to protest this statement, but takes a deep breath, swallows, and instead says. “Can I get you something to drink?"

Trishy blinks and tilts her head. “But we just got coffee."

“Oh fu- you're right!" Anna says, neurons firing in her shoulder and her brain.

Trishy pulls her hand away, wrapping her arms just under her chest. This gives the effect of accenting her rather lovely tits, or rather, the tits she gained from sapping the magic from Anastasia.

Anna and Anastasia have similarities, but the vast differences make her giggle.

Then, it makes her frown.

Anna blinks. “So, uh, is something the matter, Miss Trish?"

Trishy sighs, steps away, heels clicking, and looks all over the apartment. “This is a very nice life you have. It is nicer than I have at home," she frowns.

“That can't be true. You're so—“ she gulps. “You're so pretty.

Trishy closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and then turns to face Anna. “It's a lie."

“Huh?"

“I used my special magic to make myself like this. I have to take it from someone else, someone mean this time, sure, but—“

“You have innate magic!?" Anna says, scurrying up to Trishy, a glimmer in her eyes. “I love magic! I'm getting my degree in magical studies. I'd love to see it!" She stops, stepping back quickly, waving her hands. “I uh, if you don't mind me seeing it."

Trishy quirks an eyebrow. “But what I have will take stuff from you. Mostly your size, and it'll give it to me and—“

“You'll be even taller!?"

“Aah, much taller."

Clapping her hands together, Anna bows her head. “Oh, please, Miss Trish. I would love to see it."

Her heart thumping harder than before, Trishy's lip curls up. “Well, if you would permit me to get a bit more comfortable," she says, kicking off her heels. “I wouldn't want to ruin these clothes, after all."

Anna squeals and approaches her, shaking hands to the goblin's blouse. “C-can I?"

Trishy smirks, rolling her shoulders and stripping her jacket off. “Go ahead, cutie."

Licking her lips, the human woman unbuttons the blouse, slowly appreciating the change from every unbuttoning, until only Trishy's shoulders hold onto her shirt.

Trishy grabs one sleeve, pulls it off, and then goes for the other, fluttering her eyes. “I'm glad you like what you see," she says, unbuttoning her skirt. Soon, she's standing there in Anastasia's undergarments. She doesn't know how expensive they are, but Anna watches them while biting her lip, so she knows they're good.

“Now then," Trishy begins, padding up to her companion. She places her hands on Anna's sides, smiling down at her, “Are you ready to feel the magic?"

Anna sighs, nodding, placing her hands on Trishy's shoulders.

It is a gentle pull that comes out of Trishy, as if she reaches into Anna's soul and caresses it with a dainty touch. For her part, Anna allows it to caress her, pulling from her the physical essence.

At first, the woman was fine, but after a few moments, she had to stand on her toes to keep looking up at Trishy, and her clothes became so baggy.

Meanwhile, Trishy's undergarments tighten, and she winces slightly at it.

“You don't have to keep your modesty," whispers the shortening Anna. “I want to see you."

Trishy lets go of Anna, reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra. It pops open, and she quickly pulls it off, her breasts, full and round, flopping out.

Anna helps her underneath, pulling down the goblin's panties. She squats down, but has to stand up soon to get to her waist. Soon, though, Trishy stops growing, just at the point where it would be uncomfortable to stand. But stand she does, in a well-toned, yet sensuous body. Meanwhile, Anna pushes up her glasses, which have become comically huge. She scoots around in her outfit, which has become much more baggy than it was, but still clings desperately to hold onto her. She steps out of her shoes and pulls off her looser garments, leaving her with her more elastic underwear.

Once finished, she squeaks at the sight of the woman standing before her—this Amazon of a goblin. “You're incredible, Trishy," she says.

“And you're adorable," Trishy says.

“H-how cute am I?" asks Anna, hands behind her back, bouncing on her toes.

“Cute enough for me to pick you up and snuggle you!" Trishy responds, scooping the woman up and holding her bridal style. The ease in which she lifts Anna makes the shorter human yelp, but giggle in giddiness, her whole body getting warm as she's pressed up against the goblin's bare chest.

“Trishy," says Anna. “You're wonderful."

Trishy sighs and shakes her head. “You're only saying that because of what I can do."

Frowning, Anna places a hand on Trishy's cheek. “You can do great things, but you are the only person who's been so nice to me. Will I… will I ever see the real you?"

“Don't you want to have some fun first?"

Anna can't help but smirk. “Sure. What kind?"

* * *

Meanwhile, Anastasia, wielding a straw, rides a rat through the alleyways, sitting up high and mighty despite her diminutive size, where she approaches a tiny door just about her size that reads “The Lilliput Club."

The door to Anna's apartment bursts open, and from the outside funnels a veritable army of sprites, brownies, gremlins, and all manner of other diminutive fey. And leading the charge of this mob is Anastasia, dressed in a robe and holding a tiny little pitchfork in both hands. “Alright ya little goblin! Come on out and let me get my revenge on ya!"

But as the tiny folk travel around the room, they find she is not there. Not on the bed, not in the kitchen area, not anywhere.

“But we followed the magic trail," complains the leprechaun at the back of the procession. “She should be here, I… wait, do ya hear that?"

Hoping onto her rat mount, Anastasia followed the sound. Hoping down a pipe and crawling along the windowsill, she got into position to look into the arcade below.

“That little runt!" She snarls. “She's down here!"

And indeed she is—hanging out after hours, sitting in a full-body experience ride gun game with Anna sitting on her lap. The two are so enamored with their game, Anna snuggled up against Trishy, that they don't notice when the massive little army lifted the window and poured in, surrounding them in their little fey fury.

Trishy cheers, leaping up and spinning Anna around. The two scream “High Score! High Score!" as the system plays a triumphant tune and the ticket counter climbs higher and higher on the digital display.

This shouting drowns out the speech that Anastasia states, only incensing the elf's ire even more. Fully upset at the goblin and her little game, she finally takes the wand from one of the sprites and points it directly at Trishy. “Let's see how much you cheer when I reverse your little spell!"

With a pop and a fizzle, the spell strikes Trishy, knocking the goblin girl on her side, and making her and her companion tumble out of the arcade cabinet. They crash onto the ground, surrounded by the upset fey creatures. Trishy, before responding to them, yelps as she feels power flying out of her, coming out of her toes, her fingers, and the tips of her ears. It leaks out, drawing back into Anna, making the woman grow back to her natural size. It also flies across the room toward the tiny Anastasia, who laughs, boasting as her tiny little voice deepens and becomes a sultry and mature coo.

The elf restores to her standard size. The fairy clothes she wore tightened against her skin before eventually bursting, leaving her naked but standing at her natural height. The fairy wand, now the size of a toothpick, glows with mighty magic as she climbs into the cabinet and points it at Trishy.

Trishy finds herself tiny—back to her normal size—trapped in the smart business suit and squirming to try to escape.

“Oh, no you don't!" Anastasia says, the wand crackling with power. “I'll teach you to be a tricky little goblin, you little shit!" she shouts.

But Anna steps up between them, her hands outstretched, using her body as a shield. “No, don't hurt her!"

Anastasia turns a bright red and crosses one arm to cover her tits and brings her legs together to cover up her womanwhood. “A… and who are you!?" she gasps.

“I'm Anna and Trishy's friend!" she shouts. “If you want to get to her, you must go through me!"

Trishy pokes her large head, her ears flopping as she listens in. “Friend…?"

Anastasia narrows her eyes, rubbing the tiny little toothipick of a wand with a contemplative thumb. “I have no quarrel with you," she says. “But you're not going to let me have my revenge?"

Anna shakes her head quickly, her whole body shaking as she stands before the elf.

Anastasia sighs, and she lowers her weapon, shaking her head. “Look, could she at least give me my clothes back?"

* * *

After Anastasia is sufficiently dressed, the leader of the tiny little army turns and snaps her fingers, calling to the rest of the army. “Let's go back to the bar. Drinks are on me!"

And there was a great cheer among the makeshift army as they headed out for their fey revelries.

Anna leads Trishy back up to her room. There, she covers the naked little goblin in a sheet and sits next to her, rubbing her shoulders.

“I don't get it," Trishy says. “You protected me, even though I wasn't a pretty and confident lady.

“Of course I did!" Says Anna. “What kind of friend would I be if I didn't help you out."

“I still can't believe it," Trishy says, shaking her head. “You'd want to be my friend."

Anna sighs, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Trishy's forehead.

Trishy gets bright red from the kiss, her ears flapping in delight.

“You don't have to get it," says Anna. “All you have to do is enjoy that you have it."

Trishy bounces on the bed, giggling softly. “I guess I could give that a try."

“Now then," says Anna, pulling off her glasses and swinging her hair out of place. How about we do something else? I think there was an implied activity we both agreed to when I brought you to my place.

Trishy's blush brightens, but her smile widens. “Oh, okay! Let's go!"

And so, Trishy found herself having fun in her second day!